Dan Encarnacion – Saint
Saint An infielder’s glove webbing shoe-laced weathered stiff as This diner slag’s Tuesday smile—lost, its boldness the seared- In signature Ron Santo. Sunnyside-up were the Cubbies in ’69 then broke the yolk— yellow bleeding sopped by thin Toast, hash browns limp in greased sleep, sausages Shivered. Overcocked. We had cheered as long as my Brother could bear the pain. Wanted to be […]
